Old Yuan noticed Li Luo Shui's gaze and was instantly startled. He turned around and hugged that ancient sword to his chest as if he were holding a child.
"Even the Soaring Serpent Sword has fallen into Luo Xiao's hands! And you're still coveting this old man's sword!" Old Yuan shouted.
A trace of innocence appeared on Li Luo Shui's face. "I never said I wanted your sword."
Hearing this, Old Yuan relaxed somewhat.
However, Li Luo Shui's next words made him tense again. "But the Cheng Ying Sword complements the True Intent of A Single Thought of Good and Evil perfectly. If you pass the True Intent of A Single Thought of Good and Evil on to Zheng'er and gift him this sword as well, that would be a match made in heaven..."
"A match made in heaven, my ass! Anyway, don't even think about coveting my sword!"
After all that talking, Li Luo Shui was still aiming for his sword, leaving Old Yuan both amused and exasperated.
Hearing the exchange between their mother and Old Yuan, Luo Zheng and Luo Yan exchanged helpless glances. They had no place to speak at this stage, so there was little they could say.
Li Luo Shui suddenly turned serious. "Could it be that Old Yuan never considered that one day we might return to the Mother World?"
"Of course I have! Of course I have..." Old Yuan rolled his eyes.
To ordinary people, the God Domain was incomparably vast. It was a complete world.
Countless True Gods did not care about anything beyond the domain or about chaos. They knew only the God Domain, or even merely its countless domains of various sizes and its divine cities large and small. This was the place they depended on for survival.
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